I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 415

"Boss, what's the matter?" Zhang Qing gave Lin Zixuan a strange look.

The cold man stopped in front of the newsstand, looked at the newspapers spread out on the table with indifferent eyes, his pupils shrank without a trace, and subconsciously reached out to pick up the front newspaper.

Zhang Qing glanced curiously, and when he read the headline of the newspaper, regret flashed in his eyes. The oversized black font simply explained everything, "China's No. [-] National Model Mu Sheng passed away unfortunately due to an accident."

The newsstand owner sat on the rocking chair and said slowly, "Young man, do you want to buy a newspaper? It costs 2 yuan a copy."

The cold man holding the newspaper did not answer. Looking at the smiling black-haired woman in the newspaper, an inexplicable emotion flashed in his amber eyes, and his slender fingertips gently touched the dimples on the woman's cheeks in the photo. My heart was inexplicably empty.

The newsstand owner frowned and urged, "Young man, do you want to buy it? It's the last one, if you don't buy it, it will be gone."

Lin Zixuan seemed to have been awakened, holding the newspaper and walking in one direction, the newsstand owner was surprised, wasn't he?Steal a newspaper too?

Zhang Qing quickly put down two coins, and quickly caught up with Lin Zixuan. An apologetic voice came from the air, "I'm sorry, boss!"

In front, Lin Zixuan, who was walking with long legs, suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and glanced around, as if he was trying to identify the direction, and for the first time, his amber eyes showed a bit of confusion and confusion.

Zhang Qing trotted to follow, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Boss, what are you looking for?" However, he didn't expect Lin Zixuan to answer him.

In recent years, Lin Zixuan's social barriers have become more and more serious. When Zhang Qing joined the company, he could hear a word or two a day.

However, in these years, with the death of old man Lin Guoqiang and the divorce of Lin Zhiwei and Zuo Linglan, Lin Zixuan talked less and less, and always sat alone in the studio, immersing himself in drawing those fashion design drawings.

The sudden cold voice interrupted Zhang Qing's thoughts, "Funeral."

Zhang Qing was taken aback, "Ah, what funeral?"

Lin Zixuan pursed his lips tightly, and said again, ""Mu Sheng's funeral. "The short five words seem to be a bit difficult for him.

Zhang Qing froze for a moment, Mu Sheng, isn't this the Huaxia model reported in the newspaper?
Before he could think about it, Lin Zixuan looked over with a cold gaze, and Zhang Qing shook his body slightly, "Boss, wait for me, I'll check." Then, he picked up his phone and started contacting Qin Yanting. Young Master Qin has a lot of contacts, maybe I can hear it.

Just when Zhang Qing contacted, Lin Zixuan's eyes fell on the newspaper in his hand again, and his fingertips touched the familiar face, and his heart skipped a beat.

He has seen her.

Three years ago, he accompanied his grandfather back to China to visit his old friends. At that time, his grandfather was not in good health. After visiting his friends, he fell ill. When he was in the hospital, he accidentally bumped into someone, and a magazine fell on the ground. on the ground.

When Lin Zixuan bent down to pick it up, his eyes couldn't help being attracted by the woman on the cover.

Smooth and long black hair fell on his shoulders, a pair of obsidian-like eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, and a faint smile was raised, like the warm sun in winter, shining into his heart instantly .

At that time, he didn't know her name, but he remembered those black eyes and that smile.

Zhang Qing hung up the phone with a nervous expression on his face, and said softly, "Boss, I found out that he is already in the cemetery in City H." If so, I feel a little uneasy.

A dead silence.

"Air tickets."

In the early morning of the next day, an uninvited visitor came to the cemetery in City H. The uncle of the cemetery took a look at Lin Zixuan, and pointed to a brand new tomb at the waist without any surprises. His old voice came to Lin Zixuan's ears ,"That's it."

Lin Zixuan, who hadn't slept all night, looked a little tired. He walked up the stone steps. He was the only one in the silent cemetery. He was approaching step by step, and the distance was shortening step by step. The sound of the heartbeat in his chest became louder and louder. .

When he stood still in front of him, the black and white photo came into view. The woman in the photo was smiling brightly, revealing the small dimples on her cheeks, and her pair of black eyes were as cute as crescent moons. Anyone who sees her, All feel sorry.

Lin Zixuan bent down slowly, and squatted in front of his tall body, his eyes were parallel to the woman in the photo, his cold eyes flashed a touch of emotion, he found that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long time, the man glanced at the flowers and gifts around him, his amber eyes flashed a little apologetic, and he said lightly, "Sorry, I didn't bring you any flowers."

Then, there was another silence.

The rising sun shone through the faint clouds in this quiet place, and one or two figures appeared at the gate of the cemetery, walking in this direction, they seemed to be Mu Sheng's fans.

Hearing the voices at the foot of the mountain, breaking the silence, Lin Zixuan pursed his lips, feeling somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

Taking a deep look at the photo, as if wanting to look at it a few more times, his slender fingers brushed lightly, followed by a sentence, "Lin Zixuan." The faint sentence quickly dissipated in the air.

Three years have passed, and the uncle of the cemetery in City H has changed several times, but that person remains the same.

On the 1st and 15th of every month, Lin Zixuan would appear at the gate of the cemetery, sometimes in the early morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and would stand for hours when he came, occasionally squatting down to talk in a low voice, and occasionally after a sentence or two, the man would appear again. silence.

"Hi, I'm a fashion designer and I'm 38 years old today."

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"The height is 1 meters, the weight is 92 kilograms, and he does not smoke or drink."

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Earlier, Lin Zixuan's speech was still a bit stiff, and he seemed to search his mind every time he said a word. Slowly, it seemed to become smoother and smoother, and the address also changed.

"Shengsheng, I drew a sketch for you, do you like it?"

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"Shengsheng, I designed a scarf today, and it seems to suit you very well."

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For a long time, the cold man's fingertips couldn't help covering the woman's eyebrows and eyes, and his amber eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't know why he couldn't forget a woman he had never met.

If it is said that the first time he came to the cemetery, it was just for the inexplicable emotion in his heart, but the second and third time came, but there was no way to explain it. By the time he found out, this woman had already become a part of his heart , can't let go, affects the heartstrings.

"Sorry, maybe it's a bit late." The man with cold brows touched the old photo, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. At that moment, a starlight flashed in his eyes, and his tone was rare, "But I still want to ask, Sheng Sheng , would you like to be my wife?"

A soft female voice suddenly sounded, "Yes!"

Lin Zixuan was slightly startled, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a soft touch suddenly appeared on his side, he subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug her, and the familiar female voice came into his ears again, "What did you dream about?"

The heavy eyelids were lifted abruptly, and Lin Zixuan's thoughts began to return when he met those smiling black eyes, the coldness of his brows and eyes dissipated instantly, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of joy.

It turned out to be a dream!
She is still alive, right by her side!
that's nice!

"You haven't answered me yet?"

Lin Zixuan lowered his head abruptly, covering his beautiful red lips, and while breathing, a soft murmur came into Mu Sheng's ear, "I dreamed of you."

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